I joke about being klutz-y. Oh, alright...I am klutz-y...and generally mask the pain of my uncoordinated ineptitude behind humor (and thick, black tights). I was unprepared, however, for the overwhelming evidence of klutz-dom that would accompany my leg cast. Namely, bruises. Bruises on my legs...bruises on my arms...and, most confusingly, bruises on the backs of my hands...

As I don't remember walking into the furniture I can only imagine that days of enforced restriction are causing me to sleep walk (and klutz) during my sleeping hours...